Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Fear,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.